Here is a poem I found!
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Oh it’s wrong huh?
Does that make sense?
Moving and spooning with who ever you want
Flipping while twitching on a mattress
And not remembering who you were with
I guess that’s wrong-
Just like the man walking straight faced
from a bank
That he owns from all the wrong
he condones
Underneath that black suit, leather shoes
I guess that’s wrong-
Just like the moment
She pulled the trigger
Because he left her with all the bills
And cheap ass pills
She let herself go
I guess that’s wrong
To give dirty water to babies
while forgetting that golfballs are more important
to us then lives we never see…
I guess that’s wrong
To eat icecream all day long
To lick the dish when the spaghetti’s gone
And hak the thin thighs when they walk by…
I guess that’s wrong
Everything is so wrong,
It’s all so far away
From our normal days
And comfortable ways
Yet, none of us are wrong huh?